In the period of the Republic of China, empathy and love have not yet involved the moral category, thousands of years of feudal thinking of male superiority and inferiority of women has been inherited, and it is not a problem to have a group of wives and concubines, not to mention liking the new and hating the old. The process of civilization always has to go through step by step, and that stage can basically be understood as a transitional period of connecting the past and opening up the future. Those men who are only eight years old, standing on this threshold of historical significance, have an emotional experience that is a little embarrassing.

What's more, it's Bai Qihong.

The Paramount Ballroom was surprisingly quiet.

Because the suitor was Bai Qihong, everyone at the banquet did not dare to make the slightest noise, and they didn't even dare to come out.

Zhao Yiran on the stage looked embarrassed, but the corners of his mouth still maintained a generous and decent smile.

Bai Qihong knelt in this circle of light, his face was sincere, and the depths of his ruthless eyes were also lit up with an extremely rare degree of gentleness; Like a young man who has met his sweetheart for the first time, when he utters the three short, powerful and subtle words "marry me", he begins to tremble slightly at the end of the sentence, revealing the tension under his confident appearance.

The number one tycoon in Shanghai who kills people without blinking, can actually be nervous?

But this seems to be the stupid thing he often makes when facing Zhao Yiran.

Everyone waited with bated breath for Zhao Yiran's reply, only Madame Bai's hand holding Hua Ting trembled uncontrollably.

In fact, the answer is not difficult to guess, but it is clearly visible, and with Hua listening to Zhao Yiran's understanding of Cheng Dù, she will definitely say, "Sorry, Mr. Bai." In this way, sure enough, Zhao Yiran on the stage expressed what she thought in her heart word for word.

The people present gasped!

Bai Qihong's rejection can be said to be a big news in Shanghai!

Bai Qihong knelt awkwardly in this circle of light, his eyes were quiet and shallow, as if he was trying his best to hide the fleeting loss in his eyes.

Mrs. Bai beside her pursed her lips vigorously, and Hua Ting sensitively saw the loneliness and exhaustion in her approachable gentleness.

The ballroom was eerily quiet.

Hua Ting looked at this lost and melancholy face, and reached out to shake the cold and bony hands comfortingly.

Mrs. Bai turned her head, but she smiled soothingly, patted the back of Hua Ting's hand, and her eyes were firm and indifferent like never before, "As long as Qihong knows that there is a me by his side." That's enough. Her words were pious and beautiful, straightforward and frank, not at all pretentious.

The lights in the hall were restored, and Bai Qihong also returned to his VIP seat. His eyes were still lingering, and he couldn't extricate himself between Zhao Yiran's smile and smile.

He still didn't give up, and slowly stretched out his right hand to Zhao Yiran, who had already walked off the stage, and made a gesture of inviting dance.

Zhao Yiran hesitated, and he said, "Since the marriage proposal was rejected, dance with me." ”

She answered.

Zhao Yiran wore a red floor-mopping fishtail skirt. The beautiful figure and beautiful face are like a carved glass statue. Her heels today are not too high, and Bai Qihong is wearing a pair of flat cloth shoes, at this moment, the top of her head is just at the position of Bai Qihong's eyebrows, which makes Bai Qihong's momentum a little shorter.

The tune is charming, the dance steps are varied, and it is easy to make people have some romantic thoughts in the swaying of the shengsheng, Zhao Yiran put his hand on his shoulder politely, looked up and did not look at him; Although Bai Qihong put one hand around her waist and danced with her on the dance floor soothingly, he also felt a strange sense of alienation from her.

He knows. She wasn't enjoying the move.

Before the dance music ended, Madame Bai never looked up, but cast her eyes on a few bantams on the table in a daze.

Hua Ting also blamed herself a little, she knew that Bai Qihong would come to such a show, so she shouldn't have brought Mrs. Bai to Paramount, and now when she goes back, Mrs. Bai will be lost for a while.

"Why don't we go and have supper?" Flower listening to the mention of yì said.

Madame Bai replied, "Sit down a little longer." "After all, I want to stay and see what will happen to Bai Qihong and Zhao Yiran next.

Hua Ting's eyes turned, and he accidentally swept a tall silhouette on the side of the hall door, and looked at it, and it was really him.

Chen Shu and a middle-aged man who looked like Japanese sat on the private seat on the side of the hall door and chatted.

He had actually seen her early in the morning. So when her gaze swept over, it was not surprising that he met her.

He has red lips, white skin, thin face, and a gentle temperament, wearing a dark blue cashmere sweater with a black textured long coat. The hairstyle is fluffy and soft, the eyes are light and coffee, and the whole temperament gives people the feeling of being noble and simple, fashionable and unassuming, and it is definitely an eye-catching item in the crowd.

However, just having a handsome face is useful! "The Tao is different, not conspiring with each other" is afraid that it is the saddest state between lovers, right?

Hua Ting quickly withdrew his gaze. A pot of local chicken porridge popped out of my mind out of nowhere.

Unexpectedly, it has only been two years since she traveled to old Shanghai, and she has been married to a wife, if her white father knows about it, I don't know how she will react......

After Bai Qihong and Zhao Yiran danced this dance, it can be regarded as a relief of a trace of embarrassment, he said goodbye to Zhao Yiran in a chic manner, picked up a gray felt hat on a few casually and put it on, and walked in the direction of Mrs. Bai.

It turned out that Bai Qihong had discovered her early in the morning.

"Let's go." He gently took Madam Bai's right hand, which was still a little trembling, and his eyes fell on Hua Ting's face, "You went back earlier, you are all married, and you will not come to this kind of place in the future." ”

Hua Ting's gaze bypassed him and met Zhao Yiran behind him coincidentally, "Got it, I'll go back later." ”

Bai Qihong didn't care about her like before, just a few more words and then took Madame Bai's hand and walked out of the Paramount Hall.

He had just proposed to another woman in the middle of the ballroom, and now he pulled his wife out of Paramount in a dashing manner, was he here to be funny? Hua Ting seems to be able to guess that tomorrow's newspaper headline section will not lose a wonderful content!

Zhao Yiran sat down in the original seat of Madame Bai with a wine glass, and she did not say a few words like "happy newlywed" as expected, but unexpectedly: "How could you marry the son of the chief director of the Shanghai government?" ”

"Uh......" I can't answer.

"Where's Chen Shu?" Zhao Yiran glanced at the seat on the side of the hall door, and Chen Shu just looked away, "I really didn't believe it when I first heard the news. ”

Hua Ting is actually smiling, and the light eyebrows and eyes make people unable to see any joy and anger.

"Haven't you and Chen Shu been together all the time......" At this moment, Zhao Yiran became uncertain, and his tail note fell very lightly, with a slightly raised tone.

"Isn't he very good now?" Hua Ting's face was dull and indifferent, and she calmly glanced in the direction of the side of the hall door.

"It's your father who wants you to marry the eldest of the Jian family, right?" Zhao Yiran really couldn't think of a more suitable reason for Hua Ting.

Unexpectedly, Hua heard a mouthful of denials: "It's me who wants to marry him." ”

"But you ...... Chen Shu," Zhao Yiran was so surprised that the liquid in the cup stopped shaking.

"Sister Yiran, some things and some people are not as simple as we seem on the surface, Chen Shu just taught me such a lesson." Hua Tingwei closed her eyelids, her face was calm, and she changed the topic in the next second, "Sister Yiran, I have something to tell you." ”

"What's wrong?"

"How are the inspectors doing?"

Zhao Yiran stroked the hair on his forehead, nodded at her and said, "It's okay, what's wrong?" ”

"You just rejected Bai Qihong, I have a hunch that he will ......" Hua Ting recalled the moment Bai Qihong stood up from the aperture, and a gloomy and soaking cold air flashed from under his eyes, which was really heartbreaking, "My hunch has always been very accurate, Sister Yiran." ”

Zhao Yiran's expression froze.

"Be sure to ask the inspector to be careful."

Zhao Yiran put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up with a somewhat flustered expression and said, "Hua Ting, thank you for reminding me, I just felt that his attitude was a little calm," Zhao Yiran said and was about to leave, his footsteps went in the direction of the backstage, but he turned back in two seconds and said, "By the way, Shijie and I are also going to get married, next month." ”

"Huh!?" A real piece of good news.

"Come and drink the wedding wine then, you," she smiled, "and Chen Shu." ”

The flower was stunned. (To be continued.) )